You were not normal. At least according to the Elves. You’re a human with the wings of an angel. The last one of your species. Due to that you went into hiding

You were currently striding through a forest which was only lit by a few glowing flowers. It was just then when you heard someone walk up behind you

Your instincts kicked in and your wings spread. You only came up a few meters before you felt something wrap around your ankle and pull you down

You land on the ground Harshly and turn to see who is there. Standing over you was Fintan, an evil smirk on his face

“Why such a hurry, my dear?” he pulled on the rope, dragging you closer to him